I did you wrong; I admit I didI did you wrong; I admit I didBut I, I'm facing the rest of my life aloneI did you, I did you wrong, wrongOh, wrong, wrongI did you wrong, wrongOh wrong, wrong (I know)I did, I did you wrong, wrong (Mims)Oh, wrong, wrong (push play)But I, I, I(There's some shit I gotta get off my chestShame on me, listen, how we gonna do this y'all?)

I hit it once right after I dissed herThen after that tried rap to a sisterSame day, I had her ass in the bed, y'allSame day and she giving me head, y'allI don't lie; I'm a player for realI learn the game, so I'm playing the fieldI tell the truth; I don't fill her with liesThey feel on my hair, I feel on their thighsIt's a trade off, baby, it ain't a surpriseYou call me a four, she call me a fiveThat's thirty to skeet, and thirty to slideAnd according to me it's plenty of time, so

[Bridge]I don't know what you tripping forWe done went through this shit beforeA few women ain't going to like this songSo I apologize now 'cause

[Chorus]I did you, I did you wrong, wrong (I know I did you wrong)Oh, wrong, wrong (That's why I wrote this song)I did you wrong, wrong (I know I did you wrong)Oh, wrong, wrong (That's why I wrote this song)I did you, I did you wrong, wrong (I know I did you wrong)Oh, wrong, wrong (That's why I wrote this song)I, I, I did you wrong (But I ain't done yet, listen)

I know this dame by the name of SusieAlways in my ear like she ain't no groupieShe like, 'We don't gotta rush tonightWe can talk a lil' bit and watch a movie.'I'm like 'Baby, I ain't K-Ci or JoJo.'I'm trying to see where this bottle of Hypno goI'm tyring to take this to the mo' and slideYou show a lil' thigh, I show a lil' mojoI admit, I had to hit her with gameBut as soon as I hit it, I split!Now she sitting back, mad, throwing dirt on my nameUpset like, 'He ain't shit.'

[Bridge]

[Chorus]

It was Keisha, Pam, Tina and StaceMary, Kay, Elena and FaithSheena from eighth, Talia, TamiaShia, Tia, Juanita, RasheedaBeth, Tisha, Ruby, JudyOh, fuck her, she never gave me no bootyI kicked her out, sent her back to her crib'Cause she was running her mouth about me eating her coochieLet's not forget about MichelleShe tried to max out my cards like Blue CantrellSome 'Hit 'Em Up Styles' shitShe was my down bitchUntil she heard I was fucking some out of town bitch